The way rooftops whisper about cities

I was sketching a skyline from the train yesterday and noticed how the roofs told me more than the buildings ever could—how they leaned, where they’d been patched, whether they were flat or pitched like tired shoulders. It’s strange how much a city’s shape lives in its edges. I spent ten minutes just staring at one block of old apartment buildings in the rain, wondering what stories the gutters had heard.